Nighttime. Usually it's associated with sleep and restfulness. Not today though; At least not for one Josuke Capucci. One unfortunate boy was walking home alone at 11:50 at night after a rehearsal for the school musical, which ran over an hour and a half later than usual. The sky was clear save for a few thin cirrus clouds which wafted about, straggling lazily as they tried to caress the stars with little avail. This lack of clouds also made it rather cold, without a blanket for the Earth to keep in any warmth. Out in the sky was a new moon. A slight, somewhat ominous breeze could be felt around the shoulders. Even so, the crickets still chirp incessantly, playing their little love songs- mother nature's friendly reminder that life goes on.
Still, Josuke felt some something was wrong. Then, as he walked up the street, just two blocks away from the one in which he lived on, he noticed that the televisions on one of the stores wasn't closed yet. Although Josuke was without fear, he still hesitantly walked forward, somewhat cautious, not sure what could be lurking about. Perhaps it was his instincts; It was only natural for an animal such as a human to sense danger, even when it isn't there. Josuke slowly aproached the television, then went forward, knocking on the door of the store, checking to see if anyone was still there. "OI!" He yelled, having waited for a response.
Josuke checked his phone for the time. 11:59. He should be getting home really soon. His parents were probably worried about him. Then again, the fact that they haven't called yet means that they must have fallen asleep already. "Hello? Anyone there? You left the TV on!" Josuke yelled, and once again with no response. He tapped his feet, and murmured to himself, "fuck it." Josuke then leaned onto the glass window, sighing: "What a pain". Then suddenly, as his back touched the glass, Josuke heard a voice, and a feminine one. "The fuck?" Josuke turned around, as the glass suddenly broke, Josuke falling into the TV, ultimately getting sucked in. "SHIT SHIT SHIT!" He cried aloud for the town to hear.
Everything went black. Then Josuke realized that his eyes were completely closed. A bit groggy, he opened them, revealing a strange eerie environment blanketed thickly in clouds. "What a pain", he again sighed to himself. Josuke began wandering about, often bumping into walls, letting out a swear every time he would go into one full force.
After what seemed like an hour of wandering, Josuke found himself in a room slightly clearer than the rest, though still fairly dark. "What a pain", Josuke said once again. "Life is pain", said a somber voice. Josuke leaped back, not expecting a response. Before him stood a figure, roughly his height, but sitting down. "Who the hell are you?" Josuke questioned. The silhouette responded, turning around. Its face revealed a perpetual frown. "I'm Josuke Capucci", it said with the same depressed tone. "The hell? There's no way in hell someone as depressed and sorry as you could share a name with me." The figure tilted its head. "What do you mean? I am you."
"How are you me if I'm me? Haven't you ever read doctor Seuss? 'There's not a youer you that can be as you as you'.".
"What a stupid quote", the shadow responded.
"You can't decide that."
"I don't decide anything. No one does. Life just happens. Then after the big bang, there's the big crunch. Everything ends just like that."
"What the hell is wrong with you? There's no way you can be me." Josuke was becoming infuriated.
The shadow responded. "Everything that's wrong with you. It is because I am you."
Josuke yelled aloud. "No! There's no way I can be that fucking sorry! There's no way! You're not MEEEEEEEE!"
The shadow's shape changed. Rather than human, it became mechanical, robotic. "I am you, and you are sorry. Nothing will ever change that. All this pain is absolute." Even its voice changed into something more monotone and robotic. Suddenly, the shadow lunged toward Josuke, who dodged barely.
"What a pain!" He said, as he jumped off his hands. Josuke ran into the shadow, blindly and hotheadedly. "ORAORAORAORAORAORAAAAA!" Josuke let out a shout as well as a flurry of blows. The shadow didn't bother blocking- the metal plate was too hard. "Damn it!" Josuke said, licking his reddened knuckles.
"Why are you even trying? There's no way to win. Even if you beat me, we all die in the end." The shadow said to Josuke. While it wasn't intentionally so, Josuke took it as though the shadow were teasing him. "I told you! You're not me! No way in Hell will you ever be me! WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM!?"
Once again, Josuke rushed toward the shadow. "ORAORAORAORAORAORAORA!" Once again, his blows simply glinted back. "There's no point." The shadow said, clasping its arms together, then slamming into Josuke, until his body hit the floor, feeling like it turned into jam.
"Wait a minute", Josuke thought to himself. "I can't beat him with my fists, but there's got to be a way to defeat him. If that thing really is me, then I should be able to read its every move. Likewise though, it should know all of mines. What a pain..." He reached into his pocket, feeling for anything that may give him an advantage. A lanyard with his keys- the keys not hard enough, the lanyard not long or tough enough. In his other pocket... stress balls? "Oh yeah, that homeless guy I met on the street this morning! Right, I thought it was stupid, but I gave him a thousand yen so he could have a meal for the day, and he gave me these in exchange. They're not perfect, but they may just be good enough."
"Hey! Fatty!" Josuke called himself. The shadow turned around. "Eat this!" Josuke threw his hard, metal balls, aimed towards the shadow's eyes. It blocked one, but was hit by the other, allowing Josuke enough time to collect the first, throwing it once again. "ORAAAAAAAAAA!"
After a being hit about a hundred times by the stress balls, the shadow's armor finally seemed to collapse. "It's all so pointless. Fine. You beat me. Then, for the time being, I'll lend you some of my strength. Just be warned, it will return to haunt you.